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- recessional: Plagues in your Postapocalypse: - Disease is a huge part of any landscape except maybe our own. Disease in a landscape that used to look like our own should be even more shocking. -
- thelana: The Genius Wranglers: A Rant - Personally, I think the appeal of those relationships has very little to do with people yearning for an old fashioned woman supporting superior (genius!) man dynamic or people getting stuck on some Oedipal trope. I think it comes more from the side effects of the trope. The typical Wrangler personality, especially of this chiding mother sorts means that they are being cast with motivations other than just looking for hotness. -
- Will you fight against the overwhelming corruption threatening to take over this already desolate city or join among its ranks?
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rpg_adverts [ thelocalnut ] |
11:40p | Pan-Fandom
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lavendertook |
10:38p | Waiting on the sun I've been sick since Thursday, so have been turning in earlier, without posting. This thing keeps coming back since mid-September--I think this is the third round. There's no fever, so it's pretty mild--mostly a sinus infection that moves about and some intestinal involvement, and general weakness--just enough to make you feel unwell. So I got to be home Thursday and was looking forward to a quiet day with the cats, doing some chores, and enjoying their excitement over turkey, but all I got done was cooking turkey and stuffing and doing laundry, and feeling cross about it because I felt lousy. Last night, I went straight to bed after work and dinner and slept 13 hours. The sun miraculously, actually came out today, but I didn't get to go out in it much due to feeling ucky. However, the nice part of the leaves dropping and the sun on a lower path is that my apartment gets a lot brighter and the kitties have sunlight to bath in--much more needed in the winter.  The colors are a little less bright when the sun goes behind the clouds, and it's getting pretty low in the sky at this point. These shots are taken from stone landings along the bank toward the northwest corner of the lake. ( Floating a little further . . . ) | ||||||||||
| pepys_diary | 11:00p | Wednesday 28 November 1666 Up, and with Sir W. Pen to White Hall (setting his lady and daughter down by the way at a mercer's in the Strand, where they are going to lay out some money), where, though it blows hard and rains hard, yet the Duke of York is gone a-hunting. We therefore lost our labour, and so back again, and by hackney coach to secure places to get things ready against dinner, and then home, and did the like there, and to my great satisfaction: and at noon comes my Lord Hinchingbroke, Sir Thomas Crew, Mr. John Crew, Mr. Carteret, and Brisband. I had six noble dishes for them, dressed by a man-cook, and commended, as indeed they deserved, for exceeding well done. We eat with great pleasure, and I enjoyed myself in it with reflections upon the pleasures which I at best can expect, yet not to exceed this; eating in silver plates, and all things mighty rich and handsome about me. A great deal of fine discourse, sitting almost till dark at dinner, and then broke up with great pleasure, especially to myself; and they away, only Mr. Carteret and I to Gresham College, where they meet now weekly again, and here they had good discourse how this late experiment of the dog, which is in perfect good health, may be improved for good uses to men, and other pretty things, and then broke up. Here was Mr. Henry Howard, that will hereafter be Duke of Norfolke, who is admitted this day into the Society, and being a very proud man, and one that values himself upon his family, writes his name, as he do every where, Henry Howard of Norfolke. Thence home and there comes my Lady Pen, Pegg, and Mrs. Turner, and played at cards and supped with us, and were pretty merry, and Pegg with me in my closet a good while, and did suffer me 'a la baiser mouche et toucher ses cosas' upon her breast, wherein I had great pleasure, and so spent the evening and then broke up, and I to bed, my mind mightily pleased with the day's entertainment. | ||||||||||
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rpg_adverts [ cardiffhub_mods ] |
3:59p | Cardiff Hub: A Torchwood RPG
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yonmei |
5:36p | Same-sex handholding dragons Today is Sssh! Saturday, which is an invention of a Londoner who wants it to become an international last-Saturday-of-the-month celebration of people holding hands in public. I didn't hold hands with anyone today. One of my dragons is about to die. I have to go have dinner with my parents shortly. None of the above statements has anything to do with each other or with this one. As far as I know.    Current Mood:  indescribable | ||||||||||
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rpg_adverts [ fairmaiden ] |
11:52a | active, friendly, and looking for imaginative writers!
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| ozarque_lj | 3:16p | Eldering; winter holidays ahead... One of the things that goes with eldering is that everything you do -- even things you've been doing for so many years that you could practically do them in your sleep -- starts taking much longer to do than it ever has before. It's frustrating, and infuriating, and you keep thinking that if you'd just put your mind to it you could do things faster .... but you learn that that's false. The reason I'm bringing this up isn't because I think it will come as a revelation to any of you. I'm bringing it up because starting tomorrow I'm going to be up to my eyebrows in getting ready for Christmas. Putting up the Christmas tree. Trimming the Christmas tree. Writing and addressing the Christmas cards and Christmas checks. Making the fruitcake. Making the handcrafted presents. Wrapping the presents. Putting the local presents under the tree, and getting the nonlocal ones off in the mail in time. Cleaning the house. Doing the last-minute Christmas shopping. Making the grocery list for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Cooking the Christmas dinner. Fixing the Christmas Eve buffet. And the most important task of all: Writing the To Do lists, where all of these things get scheduled, and without which I would be helpless. Usually we don't put up the Christmas tree until December 1st, but this year -- because George has discovered that everything he does takes him much longer now -- he has decided to get started early, and will be putting up the tree tomorrow instead. I won't be trimming it tomorrow, because tomorrow is my day off, but I will hit the ground running [slowly] on Monday. Everything has side effects, and a side effect of all this is that I'm not going to have much time for posting here at Live Journal. I wanted to let you know. In preparation for that, here are URLs for some of my Christmas posts from years past: Photo of our 2007 Christmas tree -- at http://ozarque.livejournal.com/476923.ht Compiled list of Christmas links -- to holiday filksongs, holiday recipes [including that fruitcake], holiday poems, and posts about the handcrafted Christmas gifts I make -- at http://ozarque.livejournal.com/561560.ht | ||||||||||
| newscientist | 11:00a | Early Snowball Earth may have melted to a mudball If the icy tropics of 700 million years ago were covered in dust, this could have helped melt the ice 
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| newscientist | 1:00p | Art, embodied A new exhibit at the Mori Art Museum in Tokyo celebrates the intersection of art and science in the human body - featuring works from Leonardo da Vinci to Damien Hirst. 
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rpg_adverts [ vkathd ] |
4:50a | ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} canvas friends :( | ||||||||||
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| dbrw_feed | 2:41a | more on thor Apparently Japanese (/Navajo?, anyone know more?) actor Tadanobu Asano has been cast as Thor's pal Hogun, one of the "Warriors Three." Alongside Stuart Townsend. Wait, was he the lead of Mongol? Ahem. | ||||||||||
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the_willow |
2:39a | Those People Those. People. Be. Trippin' STILL STILL they play this shit. I suppose I should be grateful or something that 2009 is bringing some of the muck all out into the light. But this is some BOLD ass racist shit. And everytime I want to stop giving Obama a break, I see one of these oozing white thought sores and think, nah dread. Let him settle some more. Cause those people have lobbyists and who knows what shit dem a pulling behind the scenes. IJDEK! | ||||||||||
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metafandom [ p_zeitgeist ] |
2:24a | Friday, November 27, 2009 | ||||||||||
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rpg_adverts [ lostmodteam ] |
1:29a | If We Lost, AU HP RPG
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announcements [ squeaky ] |
12:18a | Sales Over All of the IJ holiday sales have ended and prices are back to normal. We will be putting Permanently Insane accounts on sale for their regular price before Christmas. | ||||||||||
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rpg_adverts [ thefirstmods ] |
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the_willow |
8:36p | -- That anxiety this morning? Knocked me out for the -whole- day. Now to see if I have a brain for food making. ETA: On the one hand, I want to go 'I have trauma from shopping?!!' and then y'know, I remember my child & teenhood. | ||||||||||
| dbrw_feed | 7:55p | twilight from the archives. so there's lots of talk about race and imagery in the twilight series and movies; i just wanted to repost the link to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} maerhys's post about this from last year, which seems to be making the rounds again. heavy spoilers if you havent yet read the books. | ||||||||||
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rpg_adverts [ nearside_mods ] |
6:51p | Nearside :: City Based - 17 & Up
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| pepys_diary | 11:00p | Tuesday 27 November 1666 Up, and to the office, where we sat all the morning, and here I had a letter from Mr. Brisband on another occasion, which, by the by, intimates my Lord Hinchingbroke's intention to come and dine with me to-morrow. This put me into a great surprise, and therefore endeavoured all I could to hasten over our business at the office, and so home at noon and to dinner, and then away by coach, it being a very foul day, to White Hall, and there at Sir G. Carteret's find my Lord Hinchingbroke, who promises to dine with me to-morrow, and bring Mr. Carteret along with him. Here I staid a little while talking with him and the ladies, and then away to my Lord Crew's, and then did by the by make a visit to my Lord Crew, and had some good discourse with him, he doubting that all will break in pieces in the kingdom; and that the taxes now coming out, which will tax the same man in three or four several capacities, as for lands, office, profession, and money at interest, will be the hardest that ever come out; and do think that we owe it, and the lateness of its being given, wholly to the unpreparedness of the King's own party, to make their demand and choice; for they have obstructed the giving it by land-tax, which had been done long since. Having ended my visit, I spoke to Sir Thomas Crew, to invite him and his brother John to dinner tomorrow, at my house, to meet Lord Hinchingbroke; and so homewards, calling at the cook's, who is to dress it, to bespeak him, and then home, and there set things in order for a very fine dinner, and then to the office, where late very busy and to good purpose as to dispatch of business, and then home. To bed, my people sitting up to get things in order against to-morrow. This evening was brought me what Griffin had, as he says, taken this evening off of the table in the office, a letter sealed and directed to the Principal Officers and Commissioners of the Navy. It is a serious and just libel against our disorder in paying of our money, making ten times more people wait than we have money for, and complaining by name of Sir W. Batten for paying away great sums to particular people, which is true. I was sorry to see this way of reproach taken against us, but more sorry that there is true ground for it. | ||||||||||
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yonmei |
11:24p | Dull week... Monday: still at work till 10pm, till TSH#1 and I finally packed up and left. Tuesday: Took Bob to vet: she weighs the same as she did last time, so the vet hopes she's plateau'd out. Stayed at work till 10pm, till TSH#1 and I finally packed up and left. Wednesday: Worked at home till 3pm, went into work, stayed at work till 10pm. (TSH#1 was through in Glasgow at a work-related event.) Thursday: Twerp and FreshStart had meeting, which - towards the end - I overheard enough (door opened) to make clear they had been talking about me. Huh. Left work at 5:30 to attend work-related event. Left at 8pm and went to non-work wine-tasting. (White Rioja is great stuff, by the way.) Friday: Left work at 5:10 to attend work-related event. Left at 7:30pm, did shopping, got home at just after 9pm. Am attempting to figure out where I want to go for Christmas. For the last sixteen years, with only a couple of exceptions, I've been meeting up with two friends for mince pies, wine, and midnight mass. This Christmas, one of them is dead, and the other plans - rightly, I think - to go on holiday somewhere else. (I would go with him if he were going, but I have been going to that church specifically for midnight mass on Chriatmas Eve since 1987, first with one friend, then with another, and now both of them are dead. It feels too weird to be going there on my own. I'd like to be somewhere else instead.) Current Mood: busy | ||||||||||
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